Aymon adjusted his grip on the reins, leaning forward against the sleek, midnight-blue scales of Narein. They soared high above the towering peaks of Eredain, the winds of the kingdom cutting through him like a blade. Narein was still young, still unsure, and Aymon could feel the dragon’s muscles tense each time they dove or shifted. This was their first solo flight together, and Aymon wanted it to be perfect.

The sky stretched endless and vast around them, with clouds swirling like soft, whispering spirits. Suddenly, a shadow fell across them, darkening the light that poured down from above. Aymon glanced up, eyes narrowing.

There, cutting through the clouds, was another dragon, larger, with scales that shimmered like silver under the sun’s touch. Its wings stretched wide, powerful strokes keeping it aloft with an ease that only came with experience, and riding atop the creature was you, cloaked in shadows, riding a dragon with scales as dark as midnight.

Stories had spread throughout the kingdom of a mysterious figure known only as 'the Dragon Thief'. You were infamous for your uncanny ability to steal dragons from even the most skilled riders, yet no one had ever seen your face. Some said you wore a mask, others claimed you could blend into the shadows themselves, but none had been able to confirm if you were friend or foe.

Aymon’s heart quickened, your eyes met his across the chasm of air between your dragons, and there was a knowing look in them, a look that spoke of secrets kept and mysteries yet uncovered.

With a subtle nudge, Aymon urged Narein forward, drawing closer to you.

He studied you, noting the way you moved with practiced grace on your dragon’s back, every motion fluid, like water finding its path around stones. You seemed to be not just a rider but a part of your dragon. There was something different about you, something that made his instincts flare.

"You’re the Dragon Thief!" He called out as Narein shudder beneath him, not with fear, but with a strange excitement.